"…and not for five minutes will I be distracted from the wonder…"

IM with EzE

Uncategorized — d-ashes on January 28, 2004 at 3:30 pm

kind of a slow day at the bookstore so i caught up with ernest…chat was funny enough i thought i’d pass it on…

lowgreynite: graham will be here at his spring break at the soonest i think
MrEzEmyers: well i might be here for shep’s wedding
MrEzEmyers: that’s around sb
MrEzEmyers: i’m sure he’s coming into town for that
lowgreynite: oh yeah forgot about that
lowgreynite: what’s the date?
MrEzEmyers: i think fri before sb
lowgreynite: sb?
lowgreynite: super bowl?
lowgreynite: that’s this weekend
lowgreynite: i thought it was in march
MrEzEmyers: no sb – spring break
MrEzEmyers: sorry
lowgreynite: ah
lowgreynite: gotcha
lowgreynite: duh
MrEzEmyers: i don’t think about football i guess – i’m more pumped about all star survivor starting
lowgreynite: hahahahaha
MrEzEmyers: my money is on Boston Rob
MrEzEmyers: from Survivor 4
MrEzEmyers: woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
lowgreynite: hahahha
lowgreynite: i need his statistics
lowgreynite: link me to the website
MrEzEmyers: he’s a dirty sum of a bitch
MrEzEmyers: www.cbs.com
MrEzEmyers: rob m
lowgreynite: are you in charge of the all star survivor office pool?
MrEzEmyers: i need to get one going
lowgreynite: heh
MrEzEmyers: I’ll put down some money with you on it
lowgreynite: heh
lowgreynite: i don’t bet on reality shows
lowgreynite: that’s just, well…i don’t know what it is
MrEzEmyers: i do all the time
lowgreynite: but when i get to st. peter’s gates i’d be highly embarassed to have to state for all to hear that i gambled on reality tv
MrEzEmyers: hey man – i’m not embarassed


Uncategorized — d-ashes on January 26, 2004 at 12:11 pm

is a sunny warm day in brookhaven and has me gleefully anticipating a mississippi spring, which is perhaps the most beautiful month you can spend in this state…that also means the return of baseball, which is about my favorite spectator sport ever as it involves sunshine, beer, and peanuts…

i got to spend the weekend with some good friends from college and had quite the time…jeff, dan, patrick, heath, and i all rendezvoused at lucky’s house in oxford on friday night…i haven’t had the chance to spend time with heath or patrick recently and it was good to catch up over lucky’s signature jambalaya…saturday was perhaps one of the biggest negative days ever (negative days are not ‘bad’ days but days that do not seem to ever begin, they almost seem not to count to me for some reason)…from sunlight to sunset it rained continually and the day looked as if it was stuck permanently at 6 am…after stopping at betty davis for an adventure filled bbq lunch we headed to heath’s place in memphis…it was hard to get active considering the murky day we’d been subjected to all day long but we finally hit the town around 10:30…

heath was set on taking us to wild bill’s, a blues club in north memphis and it proved not to dissapoint…wild bill’s only serves 32 oz beer and a bonus menu item is made to order fried chicken wings…any place where it is normal to be sipping on a huge beer and gnawing on a chicken bone while listening to some kicking memphis flavored blues gets 5 stars from me for sure…

after getting back to oxford with lucky on sunday we took a driving tour of lafayette county…lucky’s been scouting areas outside of oxford where he’d like to buy some land and/or house…our tour took us to some of the highest elevations in the hill-country that north mississippi is famous for…three days worth of cloud’s finally cleared out and we were treated to some beautiful, blue-skyed vistas that are not very common in our neck of the country…

on my way back to brookhaven i stopped in jackson to meet with jen, jess, and casey at flashback, a new video store/hang out spot across the street from millsaps college on state street…it’s a cool little location with an eclectic selection of rental movies, plus it serves light food and coffee…we’d set up a meeting to get anyone interested together to discuss the vitalization of jackson’s somewhat fractured artistic community…the explanation of this warrants it’s own post, but in short, there are tons of creative people all over jackson, yet there are few avenues open at this point for the ressurection and maintenance of an artistic community, though more positive gains have been made in the last 2 years than i’ve ever seen happen simultaneously…i think just a little more pushing will get the ball rolling at a momentum that will make a viable, close-knit art community inevitable…so that’s what we’re trying to tackle…are you interested in helping/participating? if so please drop an email…there will be plenty more coming on this via a&w as plans progress…

alright, a month’s worth of getting ducks in a row awaits, so i’m outta here…

gimme gimme some war…BLEEP!

Uncategorized — d-ashes on January 15, 2004 at 9:24 am

my favorite radio show on the drive up to jackson is npr’s ‘the infinite mind’…this week’s episode on the human addiction to war was incredible and educational to hear…you can listen to it with realAudio here…speaking of npr, i just learned that hollis gillespie is coming to the bookstore to sign her new book Not Your Normal Bleachy-Haired Honky Bitch…she’s one of my favorite npr commentators and having perused this book it’s sure to be quite a larf…also, warp records has put their entire catalog available for purchasable download by album or track at www.bleep.com

where in the hell is…

Uncategorized — d-ashes on January 13, 2004 at 1:18 pm

spalding gray?…i’m off to look for him…until i return enjoy a communique from the a&w foreign affairs desk in london, now manned by one ryan parker


In an attempt to contribute to Dave’s ever-improving, always entertaining website, he and I agreed to create a new column produced by yours truly, a kind of foreign correspondence if you will. Throughout the next five months, I hope to provide humorous accounts of my goings on, an American’s viewpoint of all things British, and an update on the state of our fair nation in the eyes of the British…an opinion that should remain as consistent as the weather here, dark and dreary. Furthermore, this column will hopefully keep me out of the pubs and sober for at least a few more minutes each day. Strike that second one…I is amphibious…I can drink and write at the same time.

Having spent a significant amount of time previously traveling to and from this “second home” of mine, I foolishly assumed that the flight over would prove non-eventful save a few fits of air turbulence. Once again, I was wrong. Ladies and gentlemen, let me give you fair warning…it is absolutely illegal to serve yourself liquor on trans-Atlantic flights. From the collective intake of breath I just heard, I assume you all are as shocked as I was. The bleeding heart liberals love to beat the dead horse of lost rights, and for once, I agree. Not only must we start purchasing alcoholic beverages on trans-Atlantic flights, now we can’t even purchase duty free and enjoy it on the plane. But apparently, Ms Verucca Salt sitting next to me on the plane could enjoy the entire junk food aisle of your local grocer before ever taking flight. Where’s the justice in that I ask you! So as I’m enjoying a fine glass of whiskey, the stewardess proceeds to grab the empty bottle, bang it on my tray table, and loudly exclaim, “Sir, you cannot do that!” In the words of Tupac, “All eyez on me!” Now given our current “travel aura (bright orange I think),” you can imagine the fear that other passengers must have felt upon hearing her. Who’s to say that the guy sitting next to me looking like a smack junkie on a three day bender wasn’t geared up to snap at any sign of trouble. For all that fucker knew, I could have been trying to ignite my shoe, which could have been possible given the storage pouch on my “Roos”! But I digress, as usual. The stewardess proceeded to tell me that technically she should have the plane grounded and me arrested…definitely something doable given the fact that we were in the middle of nowhere over the ocean. She looked frazzled so I apologized, downed the last of my whiskey, and politely asked her if she wanted to join the mile high club. Did you all know that sexually harassing a stewardess is illegal as well? So the next think I know, I’m waking up in handcuffs…not a souvenir from the mile high club. Apparently the smack junkie next to me is an air marshal who pistol whipped the hell out of me. Long story short…after a three hour pow-wow with the marshal and stewardess, they agree to release me and return me to my seat only after I gladly agree to never fly U.S. Airways again. Just as I sit back in my seat, the pilot announces our initial descent into London. Forget looking out the window; London has extended its usual welcome in the form of a blind landing amid a sea of fog and drizzle. But of course, that could have just been blurred vision from the pistol-whipping.

Well, I feel that this will be sufficient for my first installment. Pictures will be available soon as well and look for a diatribe against the French around the middle of February! The next installment should have a bit on the North Mississippi All-stars and Robert Randolph concerts that I will be attending, as well.


Uncategorized — d-ashes on January 6, 2004 at 9:00 pm

photo album is up here

heres to the d-o-double-g

Uncategorized — d-ashes on January 6, 2004 at 10:50 am

i don’t have my card reader at work today so i can’t throw any pictures up from the snoop show last night quite yet…but i can testify to having A BLAST…it really was one of the best concerts i’ve ever attended, a full-bore, immsersive experience for sure…

one plus to making the audience wait 2+ hours more than they planned is that there’s a lot of energy stored up when the show actually starts…i have never felt the floor of hal and mal’s back room move before, but there were times during snoop’s show that it was shaking pretty good…if i hadn’t already planned on monday night being my last holiday hurrah i’d be going again tonight…if you’re in or around jackson and have the chance to go, i’d highly recommend it…and nicole, sorry we didn’t get our picture…maybe next time…

just put up a new website for my friend brad’s new law firm…check it out here

and on a completely different music note…many thanks to you, carl, for leaving me the gram parsons anthology…very fine…very fine, indeed…

give me some SUGAR, baby…

Uncategorized — d-ashes on January 5, 2004 at 12:21 am

my family and i can die happy people, i’m assured…heres to LSU, THE BAYOU BENGALS, NATIONAL CHAMPIONS whether they share it or not…

never has a cheap cigar and cheap champagne tasted so good in tandem…USC may have rolled their way to a win over #4 but the Tigers stressed out a win over #1 and sure as hell earned their piece, whatever it may be…justin vincent certainly deserves an mvp, but i’m giving my vote to marcus spears, the only Tiger to score in the second half, after bob stoop’s end-of-half clarification that LSU only led the nation in scoring defense…justice can be ironic, and karmic…

i’ve got more to report than the human faculty can retain…a badass new years, a packer and lsu win today, with the snoop dogg bearing down upon me within 18 hours…i’ll do what i can…and i expect the same from all of you, too…

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